"She'd be more bothered if you didn't let her take a look at you," Oliver pointed out as he neared, reaching a hand down to pat Charlie first, then leaned in to brace his good knee on the mattress, and his uninjured arm behind Edwin to help him sit up. "So would I. So pretend you're doin' it for me." When Edwin was upright, he shook his head. "Don't know. If she's not here in a few minutes we'll get you cleaned up. Think you'll need help stayin' upright if we get you in the shower?" It occurred to him that the answer probably didn't matter as mental images of Edwin slipping in the wet tub and not having a way to catch himself but on his bad hand entered Oliver's head. He'd have company either way.